>>Move to Daisybones.com

If you haven't updated links, feeds, & such, be forewarned that this domain name's expiring, and I'm not renewing. The blog is at daisybones.com now.

See you there, Heidi

The Great Spring Blogwarming Party and Art Giveaway

http://www.daisybones.com/2009/03/announcement-great-spring-blogwarming.html

I'm moving! I've maintained a personal blog for a while now, with oh-so-charming anecdotes about motherhood, whining about artist's block and depression (these posts are decidedly less charming), and fun thrift store finds. It's been mentally exhausting to maintain two online identities, and I felt I was fragmenting myself- keeping writing and visual art separate no longer works for me.

So, I'm merging the art into Daisybones.com and will soon have the Etsy shop moved to a daisy-er place as well. To celebrate the move and the beginning of Spring! (which really should be spelled with an exclamation point) I'm hosting an online art giveaway party... click on over for details, and thank you- seriously, really, thank you for witnessing my art revival, for giving feedback and encouragement.

This'll be my last post here. I'll keep the archives for a while, and might eventually use this space for some specific project.

Dead Daisy and Reading Deprivation

Here's a quick sketch of my favorite dead, red daisy from my Valentine's bouquet from Shane.

I hope it can tide you over for a week. Week Four of The Artist's Way necessitates a reading deprivation week. No novels, no comic books, no magazines, NO INTARWEBZ. No tweets, Facebook trolling, et cetera.

Following the week of no words, my brain should be a glorious zen field of a quiet of a tabula rasa.

So, resisting the urge to attempt a third sentence ended in latin, I bid you adieu and am excited to announce changes soon, of the bloggy variety. Namaste.

Dawn

Guess who was up before the sun for three days in a row? Morning pages do strange things to a chick. Life is sweeter when I follow the rhythms of light.

Text from the 'O' Snake

Part of the recovery/discovery I'm working through in my Artist's Way experience is to own my writings. I feel like in a way I'm hiding my words as texture. I've thought for a while about transcribing my (occasionally illegible) streams of consciousness. Perhaps I'll change my mind later, and want to preserve the writings as part of the paintings. But for now, I want to broadcast my words. This is the prayerpoem from the FestivALL poster, my O design.

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i call you out
from these hills and rivers,
from under moss and leaf and rock,
hidden.
from under buried bones
and the foundations of churches
built in quiet hollows.

i call you out from shaded valleys
to sing and dance,
to paint, to weave your story.
i call you to witness
this & raise
a loud thunder in these quiet mountains.

i call you to shake the earth.

i call you to wake and rage
and rush forward like white water
to reclaim this,
our old green home.

from these our hills and rivers, i call you to rise.

Lecture Plans: Erika Osborne

I'm really excited about a talk scheduled for this Thursday the 5th at the Cultural Center. Osborne's works are fascinating examinations of human interaction with nature and landscape and graphically the patterning and line work is gorgeous. Her emphasis on process and the body engages me- these are the two most interesting themes to me. The lecture is free, at 7:00 pm. I'm wondering if I can count this as my Artist Date for the week. Too intellectual? Too professional?

To the left are samples of her work from her website. The first is a graphite rubbing of tree circles and the second is a still photo from the maps series.

Snake in Progress

I was asked to contribute a letter to a FestivALL poster. It'll feature the slogan: A City Becomes a Work of Art (which is a great slogan, n'est ce-pas?) with a different artist creating each letter. I had a seizure of giddiness when Alex asked me because of 1) my drooling love of typography and design and 2) the chance to participate in something so visible and just... awesome. I asked for an O because my recurring symbols of moons, serpents, spirals, and such lend themselves to nice round O-ness. Here is the source drawing of a coiled snake. He'll wind around a hand-printed poemprayerspellinvocation to the creative spirit of the region.